MTL - Her Majesty’s Modern Harem - Chapter 71 】

Her boyfriend and her sister tangled together in the sheets, so she turned around and married the fearsome business tycoon, Gideon Leith.

Not only is she a star in her own right, but she's also a publicist and an entrepreneur?

A super racecar driver? A worldrenown gold medalist designer too?!

Just who is this precious hidden treasure of a girl!!!

She went from being pitifully spurned to a goddess looked up to by tens of thousands of people, and her admirers queued from Jincheng all the way to Kyoto.

Mr. Leith, who saw a certain someone's feminine charm, quickly tucked her into his arms.

“Wife, I need to hide you well. You can only belong to me!”

My Shenhao system can only be upgraded after completing tasks.

With the Shenhao system in hand, you can go all the way to a radical life!

This is the rhapsody of a thirty-year-old man!

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- Description from novelbuddy

To exist in a certain place, at a certain time—it's always either by chance, or by choice.But sometimes,There is a third force.One that doesn't ask.One that doesn't explain.It simply places you—wherever it wants.Arséne had always been dragged into places he never chose.Situations he never asked for.Realities he never belonged to.And when, at last, he decided to act on his own terms—To take the initiative,To move first,To choose…He simply died.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”